41- Celebrations

Finch’s POV

“Finch,” My name coming from her mouth, in that moan, as our hips meet, damn. I want to pound harder, but I think about our baby in her womb. I keep the pace that both of us seem to be enjoying.

She moans again and I rock into her as we come undone.

We finish with a kiss, and I roll, pulling her on top of me.

“I love you so much,” I tell her, holding her.

“I love you too,” she laughs. “I can’t believe I love someone as old as you.”

I tickle her.

“I’m not that old,” I growl at her.

“Oh, please, you are old enough to be my father. No wonder you like to be called Daddy,” She giggles and sits up. “You are going a little gray, but this,” she moves my dick inside of her. “This is just like a younger man.”

“Oh, Sweetheart,” I thrust up as she moves. “A younger man can’t do to you what I can. They are too concerned about their own pleasure. I have the stamina to last and the experience to use what I got best.”

She throws her head back as I twist my hips, knocking her off balance.